“Samaria! Samaria!”

“Yes, “she responds hobbling towards them, “How can I be of service?”

“You can begin by removing this worthless blonde cunt from my presence.” Samaria looking at the table sees the spilled wine left on the table.

“Selene, I can assure you she meant no harm.”

“So, you defend her?”

“I’m only explaining what occurred was not intentional but a mistake.” Ignoring Samaria, Selene now stands directly in front of Alice. She was tall, strong, and the visible scars on her arms and legs suggested she had partaken in her fair share of battles.

“I disagree, maybe if her eyes were not upon another but attended on the glass a mistake may not have occurred isn’t that right cunt, “she says before knocking the pitcher out of her hand once it made contact with the ground it shattered in pieces, “Do you enjoy what you see!?” Alice remained silent clinching her hand as part of the ceramic from the pitcher split open her flesh. Out of fear she didn’t know what to say or how to answer, however her silence angered Selene even more.

“You stand in silence defying me, “she yells reaching for her sword.

“Selene still yourself!” It was the first time the other woman had spoken. Upon hearing the other woman’s voice Selene’s hostile demeanor quickly subsided lowing her sword she sheathes it.

“Are our horses ready?”

“Yes, they await you both in the stable.”

“Selene render coin for service then prepare for departure…………leave us.”

“Jaeil you speak to me as if———.”

“I’ve given command see it to purpose.” Selene reluctantly does as commanded with Sammaria following behind her leaving Alice alone with Jaeil for the first time since arriving in Kaicus. Flashes of Jaeil ripping open the flesh of Jennicus soldiers displayed vividly in her mind. Similar to the enemy soldiers she too had shown disrespect by spilling her drink and assumed ultimately she was just as deserving of the same fate. With her head down she refuses to make eye contact, her fear wouldn’t allow her. She meant no disrespect in staring, however since crossing paths it was the first time seeing her not covered in the clay like substance that coated her skin, she was exotically beautiful. Her dark skin was smooth, unlike Selene it was scar free, she had piercing cheek bones, jet black hair that flowed effortlessly down her back that contained a thin but recognizable white streak down the middle, deep dimples that appeared even when she wasn’t smiling, and grey eyes reminiscent to the wild cougars she would frequently see roaming the forest near her home. Standing before her not saying a word Alice felt the need to act, she falls to her knees bowing before her.